Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 I Could Lend

A Hand

Everyone had expected Coen to explode, to have Linsey escorted out without a second thought. But instead, he looked…

concerned.

The rumors about her had already swept through the office like wildfire–there was no way he hadn’t heard them.

“I’m feeling much better now,” she said, keeping her voice steady.

Coen gave a small nod. “Good. Then head back to your desk and get some rest.” His tone was gentle, almost careful.

As soon as she settled into her chair, a few coworkers inched closer, their curiosity barely concealed. One of them finally

asked, “Linsey, why is Coen being so… nice to you? We thought—”

The sentence trailed off, thick with unspoken questions. But Linsey knew what they meant. They weren’t just asking about

Coen. They wanted to know why she still had a job.

Linsey met their prying eyes with a faint smile, effortlessly sidestepping the unspoken question. “I’m sure Coen has his

reasons.”

When it became clear she wouldn’t say more, their excitement withered into disappointment. They exchanged glances,

their lips twisting in frustration at the lost gossip.

A short distance away, Cynthia watched, her nails biting into her palm. Not only had Linsey emerged unscathed, but Coen

had openly shown her concern. The injustice of it burned in Cynthia’s chest, slow and simmering.

Beside her, a colleague hesitated before leaning in. “Cynthia, do you have any idea why Coen is treating Linsey like that?”

Cynthia’s jaw tightened. Her voice was sharp enough to cut. “Why?”

The colleague’s eyes gleamed with intrigue as they leaned in, lowering their voice. “Word is, Coen had dinner with Anthea last night, and she personally insisted that Linsey stay. That was why he didn’t push her out. Think about it—someone like Anthea? No way Coen would dare go against her.”

Cynthia’s breath hitched, disbelief flickering across her face.

Linsey, that lucky! Even now, Anthea was shielding her.

Cynthia inhaled sharply, her expression twisting with frustration.

During her lunch break, Linsey found her thoughts drifting back to Anthea standing up for her.

She hadn’t lied to Coen–since she took on Anthea’s design project, every conversation between them had been strictly business.

Ten long minutes passed before Anthea replied. Her message was brief, her tone as composed as ever. “I simply didn’t want to replace a designer at such a crucial point. Your work speaks for itself–otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

The words were almost identical to what Coen had told her.

Linsey responded with practiced politeness. “Of course, Mrs. Blakely. I’ll make sure to give it my all.”

For the rest of the day, she tuned out the nasty rumors circulating online and poured every ounce of her focus into her work.

By the next morning, the gown was finally complete.

Per the agreement, she needed to deliver it to Anthea in person.

“When you see Anthea later, be sure to pass along my regards,” Coen said, watching intently as Linsey carefully packed the gown.

Linsey gave a quick nod. “Of course, Coen.”

Just then, Cynthia approached with a pleasant smile. In front of Coen, she casually suggested, “Linsey, it might be a hassle going alone. How about I come with you? I could lend a hand.”

Coen glanced at Cynthia and chimed in, “That’s kind of you, Cynthia. Alright, you can join her.”

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